There was a light dusting of snow last night and we woke to a wintery, almost-white garden. Tilly and I set off down the drive, and almost immediately disturbed a couple of young deer, who silently bounded off, through a thicket of red dogwood, and into the field beyond. We carried on, turning left on to a short section of the John Muir Way, and then off to the right, to the big field. This photo looks back to Angus Wood and we have walked along the track at the top of the field. The trees in this wood creak, and it is a dark and colourless place. I always look to the south, across the fields to the Lammermuir Hills, and enjoy the light and space, which is in such contrast to the atmosphere of the wood behind me.
We walk down the east side of the field, whipped by an icy wind, and along the edge of a belt of pine trees, where the deer shelter.
Nearly home, and across the field I saw this lovely glimpse of a snow-dusted North Berwick Law. It's nearly five miles away, but you can see the whale bones (now reconstructed) gleaming white on the top.